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Kin (blood_noir) wrote in halcyon_halls,
@ 2008-09-10 12:54:00

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ita, kin

Week Seventeen: Friday
Who: Kin and Ita
Where: Starting in the kitchen and then off to find somewhere to swim!
When: Evening

If his mirror could speak back to him, he would really, really love for his reflection to say, "Calm the fuck down. It is just a girl!". Saying that out loud to himself was... Weird. Not normal. All because he wasn't much of the cursing type, unless it was needed. And how nervous he was, it was needed to the point his throat got tired; hopefully he wouldn't be able to speak after that.

The swim trunks he purchased during the week actually fit him to a perfect T. They weren't that long, stopped just a little above the knee, and they felt comfortable around his slim waist.

Yes, he literally stood in front of his mirror for two hours in nothing but those swim trunks. Trying to tell himself over and over again they looked fine. He could even get away with wearing a tank top with them, right? ... Maybe. It really all depended on Ita, since she was the teacher tonight.

Oh, look, here came that shudder of anxiety once again. The best thing to do was take in a deep breath, let it out, take in another deep breath, and do so till he was able to escape into his peaceful world. Meditating would be a great thing to look into when he had free time.

Before the sun set, Kin placed everything he needed in a duffel bag: beach towel, conditioning mouse for his hair, a pair of jeans, and an extra tank top ( if the one he was wearing got wet out of nowhere ). He had to double, no, triple check everything before heading out of his room and toward the kitchen. Could you believe he got lost almost twice because of his nerves? Yeah, they really weren't leaving him alone tonight. Hopefully the wine will help him get a little tipsy; he really did need that right about now. But if he remembered correctly - they weren't going to drink till after their lessons. Dammit.

Well, he made his way toward the kitchen ( finally), and let the bag rest on one of the counters. Allowing his eyes to wander in every direction before turning his full attention toward the doors. Only because the sound of feet walking down the hall grabbed him. Was it Ita? He really hoped it was. If she wore perfume, well, he'd have to get used to the smell and remember what it was like. Anyone walking could be.. anyone walking.

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pheonixwaves
2008-09-10 07:53 pm UTC (link)

Ita was not nervous. First, she knew how to swim. And second, she hadn't realized that Kin was getting nervous. If he was nervous, she would have thought that this was more than a swimming lesson, and then she would have been nervous. But she got giggly nervous, so it wasn't likely than anyone would have noticed her nerves.

Earlier that day, she had prepared their picnic. First, there were the apricot and cucumber sandwiches (which she didn't put together just yet) accompanied by a broccoli and raisin salad. Then, she made the blueberry cheesecake bars for dessert. Putting everything in the fridge, she had gone back to her room to do some studying before she met up with Kin.

Just before sunset, she put on her bikini and pulled a pair of faded jean shorts over her bottoms. It was warm enough she didn't bother to pull on a t-shirt, though she did bring one, along with a towel, for after their swim. Slipping into her Birkes, she padded down to the kitchen with her picnic basket in hand.

Entering the kitchen, she smiled at Kin. No scent of perfume accompanied her entrance - perfume attracted bugs, which would be a problem when they went through the woods. Although, she might have had a slight fragrance of mint and green tea - the fragrance of her bath soap. "I just have to put together the sandwiches - didn't want them to get soggy before we ate. So..." rummaging through the fridge, she took out the salad, the wine, and the blueberry cheesecake bars, "if you could put those in the basket, I'll get the sandwiches together." Trusting that Kin could handle that, she grabbed the filling for the sandwiches and some nice multigrain bread. Spreading the cream cheese, she added the rest of the insides, and then put them in some sandwich-sized tupperware she owned.

Once everything was ready to go, she smiled at him, and grabbing the picnic basket, she headed out of the kitchen. "Ready to adventure? I know there are some really beautiful lakes and pools to swim in."

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blood_noir
2008-09-12 06:51 pm UTC (link)

Oh, he smelled that mint and green tea. The green tea was obvious, but he didn't think that mint would bring the fragrance out even more. Thinking about green tea now, he should put some mint in it, might actually taste really good. Besides the honey or other herbs he loved to put in there every other morning. Did he have a cup of tea today? Of course not, he was way too nervous to even remember his little routine that he seem to develop when he came here.

The brightest smile Kin could ever give was given to her right as she entered the door. His heart, on the other hand, was pounding against his chest! If they hugged, she most likely would feel it. So, thankfully they didn't get all that up close and personal, yet. He'd love to give hugs. A big teddy bear is what he would love to be called ( minus the "big" part ). But with how shy he naturally gets, he might ruin the first hug, poke someone in the eye or elbow them in some weird way. The weirdest things do happen when you want something to be perfect.

She was going to make sandwiches for them? Oh, my. He right away thought what kind of sandwiches these would be. Would they be good? Wait... Of course they would be! But then again, he didn't eat that much outside of what Japan gave as an offering. Yeah, the fast food industries came in like a herd of bulls, but there were some things he has yet to allow his taste buds to savor.

It take him a few seconds of confusion with the basket, figuring out where this or that could really good. Organizing and him did not work out whatsoever. But he did nod to her and tell her he'll do it! Even though he had no idea how to make a picnic basket look like it came out of a painting. Somehow he did it, after several frustrated huffs and rests. Allowing her to get at it to put the sandwiches in. They did smell good, so they had to taste great, right?

He grabbed his bag and slug that over his shoulder, following her out of the kitchen, and keeping those amber eyes upon her the whole time, even when she spoke to him. "I am~!" he said, a little excitement in his voice. "Oh? Well, that's good to hear. I tried to find some places around here, but... My luck wasn't so great."